Impressions 



excuse to enter the little shop and this initial 

 visit has led to many since. 



My trips to town now have a rational pur- 

 pose. I go directly to Pickup's, that I may get 

 deeper into the country. Here more than any 

 other place that I know of, centre the relics of 

 more than one century. The shop is the Para- 

 dise of old tables, sideboards, desks and chairs. 

 Here, their wrongs are righted at last and they 

 are given new leases of life as rewards of merit. 



Banished for fancied uselessness or ill-looks 

 "out of style " as silliness declares to gar- 

 ret or cellar, or put to plain uses that tried all 

 its strength, this uncomplaining furniture is 

 recognized at last at its original and still true 

 value and a wiser owner restores it to its place 

 of honor. 



David Pickup himself is old in all things save 

 in years. He loves his work, and his knowl- 

 edge of furniture, its history, method of manu- 

 facture, and materials used, is far more exten- 

 sive than that of many writers on the subject. 

 How like a professor before his class, would he 

 pick up a piece of wood, dust it with his shirt 

 sleeve and call attention to the beauty of the 

 grain. "There is mahogany worth having"; 



